What We Were Afraid Of?

Last night the hubby showed me an article on theregister.co.uk about everyone’s rights concerning photographs or pictures posted on the internet. You can find the article here and I promise, if you share photos on the internet, you will be shocked.

When I read the article it took me back a few years to when I was first introduced to Facebook. At the time I wasn’t so sure it was such a good idea, I mean putting all my details out there on the internet where anyone could see? I’ve said before that I’m a very private person so this was like a big red flag. Talking to the hubby I was assured that as long as I set my preferences for who I wanted to see my details everything would be ok. The one thing I didn’t want to do was share photos of my babies and have them end up all over the internet. Well the coalition’s new Act has just allowed that to happen, without my permission.

As you can see from my blog I don’t share photos of my children or the hubby, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I know that lots of other wonderful bloggers do and that’s their personal decision but for me I feel that I can’t expose my children to the world of the internet without their permission. If I asked them now they would think it was cool to have their pictures online but looking into the future I’m sure they don’t want to have prospective employers searching the internet and finding that embarrassing photo of them in the bath or with that silly lobster outfit on when they were young. They won’t want their friends to find photos of them looking cute as a baby. If it was me I would hate my parents for that. 

I Am Me - Morgan

Yesterday I was chatting to Jaime of The Oliver's Madhouse on twitter and she told me about this linky by Rachel of Three Years and Home. Reading her post for this linky I realised I’m not on my own, even though it may feel like it sometimes.

With my youngest starting full-time school in September I often get asked what I’m going to do with all that time, am I going to get a part time job? will I go to full time work? The answer to all of these is no. No I’m not going to go back to work. There I said it. For some reason when talking to people I feel guilty for saying it, like I should be going to work because, well what else would I do? But, you know what? I like being at home, I like being there for the kids and I enjoy having quiet time for myself when they are at school so I’m not going to feel guilty about this anymore.

A Revelation

My toast making facilities
I hate chores. The ones that we have to do every day as mothers, washing, ironing, all of it. If there’s one room that never (and I mean never) looks clean is the kitchen. No matter how hard I try it will stay looking clean and tidy for all of about 10 mins and that’s when I keep the children out and don’t make a cup of tea or coffee for at least that long. It’s the room I spend most of my time in yet I can’t keep it the way I want. Things always get in the way.

Well, on Saturday I spent all afternoon cleaning my kitchen. Yep, that’s right… all afternoon. When I was finished I was quite pleased with myself and decided to have a cup of tea. The funny thing is that now I’ve started to change my routine, instead of placing the tea bag in it’s bag holder and leaving it there I put it straight in the bin. When I’d finished with my spoon I put it straight in the dishwasher. At dinner time I made dinner and resigned myself to the fact that there was no way the kitchen would stay tidy but again my routine changed. While waiting for the kids fish fingers to cook I washed the pans and things and dried them and put them away! The kids ate their dinner and their plates could go straight into the dishwasher, just like my spoon earlier. When I looked at my kitchen once dinner was all finished with I was surprised to find it in the same state I’d left it. My counter tops were still sparkling, there were no dirty plates left on the side and no pots waiting to be washed. OMG!

Time for a Breakthrough

Big boy bed
My baby's bed.

Potty training is one of those milestones that is both wonderful and gut wrenching at the same time. My youngest is has just turned 4 and he’s been going to the toilet, in the day, unaided for a while now. However night time hasn’t been such a great transition, I’ve been through tons of washing gel, I’ve changed bedding at 1 or 2am countless times and I’ve felt like this phase was never going to end. It’s such a slog to wake up at 2am with a crying child, having to calm them down, stay awake and change bedding all at the same time. 

With my eldest the transition seemed really easy, admittedly the mother-in-law did most of the work while I was on my honeymoon. We went away for a week and by the time we got back he was sorted. He didn’t even struggle very much with going to the toilet at night, it just sort of ‘clicked’. Like I said, the youngest has been struggling and I did wonder if he would still be like this when he started school full time. I had my magic moment last week when I woke up at about 2am and heard the little one getting out of bed.